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I find myself running through a dark haunted field late at night while I'm sleeping and I see things through eyes untainted by notions obtained while digitally bleeding, over the things that scare me to death consumed from a tube through the TV and I've filtered the world and what they want me to see but I'm still haunted haunted and running I try to make sense while they try to deceive me they're trying to change my perception completely And they've mastered the world to manipulate my brain My hand held devices are going insane So I turn off the power and I throw up the shield and I run and run through that dark haunted field And soon up ahead a bright light approaches dropping ***** of fire on the field below and all those Smart things that make your life easy burn up in a ball of their control And I find myself running through a dark haunted field late at night while I'm sleeping and I can't help but wonder if anyone knows we're all just slaves they're digitally keeping
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
the field
I find myself running through a dark haunted field late at night while I'm sleeping and I see things through eyes untainted by notions obtained while digitally bleeding, over the things that scare me to death consumed from a tube through the TV and I've filtered the world and what they want me to see but I'm still haunted haunted and running I try to make sense while they try to deceive me they're trying to change my perception completely And they've mastered the world to manipulate my brain My hand held devices are going insane So I turn off the power and I throw up the shield and I run and run through that dark haunted field And soon up ahead a bright light approaches dropping ***** of fire on the field below and all those Smart things that make your life easy burn up in a ball of their control And I find myself running through a dark haunted field late at night while I'm sleeping and I can't help but wonder if anyone knows we're all just slaves they're digitally keeping
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
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